A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~
"In hindsight," the Captain said, putting hands on his hips, "I should have expected this when the Marines started acting suspicious and hanging out with Sion more often."
"Are... are they not also you?" the master, wearing nothing but her soaked underwear, asked, as she was busy tying her hair back, trying to keep it out of her face. The nameless Captain of the Nautilus, in turn, wore nothing - as a Servant, he cared little for temperature and sickness, no matter how much of a phantom he was that was a truth that didn't change, but saltwater soaked clothes still needed washing. "Nevermind," she said. "I'm pretty sure I know why Da Vinci helped set this up too."
"It's because," Nemo said, looking at her for a moment, "we've been fighting lately, no doubt."
Ritsuka nodded, shaking off a few droplets of water still clinging to her from the dip she'd taken in the ocean to cool down "They weren't even subtle," she said, "there's a box with supplies over that way, I'm not sure how long we're expected to remain here but it's probably not a couple of hours. I'm pretty sure that big bag I saw was a tent too..."
"Figures," Nemo said, frowning. "I... no, it doesn't matter," he said, shaking his head.
"I know," Ritsuka answered.
"I'm sorry if I upset you," Nemo finally said, sighing. Entirely alone, the normally taciturn and frequently uncommunicative captain was at least capable of expressing himself. With the knowledge that this was likely the ticket to leaving the confinement of the small island.
"Don't be, I was being stupid," Ritsuka admitted herself. Communication, by contrast, was her biggest forte. "I shouldn't have been jealous in the first place."
"So it was about that huh..." Nemo said. "I... look, I can't lie, yes, there is some part of me that is still..." he sighed, adjusting his headwrap a little. "I can't lie, not to you. Yes, I am attracted to Orion."
Ritsuka nodded. "I know, it's irrational and dumb for me to get jealous," she admitted, finally, wrapping her arms around his small body and pulling him towards her. "Just because you find his bulging muscles sexy doesn't mean you would betray me for him, but it's still- It hurts, and, and I hate it, I hate that I'm dumb like this but I can't help it."
Nemo nodded, responding to the hug warmly... and, well, physiologically. As much as he admired the male form and the expression of excessive musculature present in the Superhuman Orion that they had met in Atlantis, there was even greater response to the body in front of him. The direct opposite in so very many ways, with subdued, understated musculature, a bit shorter than the world average, and soft and yielding as his hands reached for her fleshy butt.
But that was everything he needed. Her hands pressed his face to her breasts, the warm sand under them shifted as he gently pulled her up. As a servant, he was more than strong enough to lift her despite their size difference, the leverage problem nonexistant.
He carried her to the towel she had been sunbathing on earlier while they were waiting and hoping that Chaldea wasn't in on this, and gently laid her down on it. Despite his small size, it was still possible for him to look down on her when she was on the ground like this, face red and flushed with excitement.
"We haven't done it in so long..." she muttered.
Merely two weeks, but considering they went from doing it on the daily - sometimes more than once a day - to completely quitting cold turkey without even a caress or a kiss... it had caused both of them to be unusually irritated and short with their peers. Nemo's small dick throbbed, hard as a rock, his tiny glans just barely peeking out of its hood. "Too long," he agreed.
She smiled, raising her arms as if inviting him for a hug. He nodded, pulled her panties to the side, and used his hands to make sure to guide himself into the proper hole, pushing himself in at the same time as he laid down on top of her body. Their connection spread pleasure between them both, and though he might be small, he was exactly the right size and shape to tickle her most sensitive weak spots. They were deeply compatible, almost perfect for each other.
Their eyes met with each other, flushed faces nearly touching, as both panted in desire and locked gazes. Nemo was trying his hardest to maintain an air of dignity, a degree of separation, as he always did, trying to keep the image of the Captain, but his master only chuckled. "You're so damn cute I can't believe it," she moaned.
Nemo's cheeks dusted with pink, but instead of responding verbally, his hands grabbed at her hips, slim fingers ghosting along her sides as he caressed her further, and then began pounding her earnestly and with wild abandon. There was no start up process. Unlike a ship he did not need to ease into her, and she had long since shown and proved that there were few things that she enjoyed more than being roughly and thoroughly fucked, that the size of his cock made his thrusts shallow but intense, hitting exactly where they needed to, hard, fast and thoroughly, without hurting her at all.
Her moans began to resound around the beach, soon followed by Nemo's own, as her hands found his tiny nipples and began toying with them, even as one of his hands grabbed at her breast, and the other held her hip in place, though both of them were soon muffled by each other, tongues dancing, entwining, becoming one at the same time as their lower bodies did, their everflowing desire for each other only growing and growing, as both of them unleashed the lust and lewd energy that they had bottled up for the past two weeks.
With neither hesitation nor pause, Nemo, as best as he could, held her in place as he hilted himself, tiny, hairless, smooth little balls producing a modest, but very thick and potent load, pouring it directly into the redhead master's pussy, triggering her own orgasm, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as they came against each other, bodies nearly melding together, her legs raising into the air for but a second before they crossed behind his butt and pushed him in further as he deposited his load within her, her desperate pussy trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Their orgasm was not a small one, not by any means... but it was only the tip of the iceberg, the first few drops of rain, a ripple that turned into a wave that burst and destroyed the dam. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you, I'm sorry I was duuuuumb!" Ritsuka cried out as her emotions came out, finally allowing herself to be entirely honest, she had been hurting the entire time they'd been fighting, and finally sharing her body with her beloved servant once more had allowed her to let out all her anguish, crying out in release, simultaneously feeling the liberation of it and the despair that she had nearly ruined something wonderful.
For his part, Nemo simply kissed her, used his thumbs to dab at her tears, and whispered sweet nothings and apologies. "I told you... damn, I'm really not good with words," he finally said, as one of his small, soft hands caressed her cheek, and his thumb brushed her lips. He gave her a true, honest smile, and then pecked her lips once. "I told you, until the end of your journey comes, I will protect you... I will be with you, I will be your wayfarer, your guide and your defender, from the very bottom of the seas to the farthest reaches and the highest peaks, this nameless captain will be with you, and help you reach your destination..."
Her arms wrapped around him, and their bodies pressed together once more, as they connected on a deeper and more complete level than ever before.
Chaldea would not come to find and rescue them until a week after they had landed in this out of the way, tiny island...
And until then, they would spend said week in a paradise of love, affection and uncompromised, amazing sex.